Spurred On (The Quick and the Hot) (9 page)

“More,” she whispered.

He grabbed the whipped cream and held the nozzle to her lips. The first shock of air made her giggle. He smeared her lips with the sticky stuff, and when she giggled, he stuck the nozzle in and filled her mouth to overflowing.

Both laughing, he kissed away the cream, and she swallowed as much as she could. He took long minutes on her lips, bathing them with his tongue until her pussy was soaked with desire. Would he squirt whipped cream all over her body and lick it away?

He took the brownie from her hand and bit into it. As he chewed, he offered her a bite. They shared it between them, washing it down with full-bodied wine. The wine complemented the rich chocolate and made Zoe Beth’s taste buds dance.

Hayden brushed away the last crumbs and took up the whipped cream again. “Tip your head back.”

She barely suppressed a squeak as she did his bidding. He drew a line of cream down her throat to her cleavage. Then he swooped in, openmouthed, and licked and sucked her clean.

Her nipples strained, her pussy on fire. She smoothed her fingers through his hair as he bit the swell of one breast.

“I’ve been dreaming about doing this since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Again she giggled. “What was it that turned you on? The fact that I was ready to concuss you with a shovel?”

His laugh was deep, pouring over her skin like warm water. Goosebumps broke out on her arms. “Yeah, that was a real erotic moment. Actually, everything about you is erotic. Now take off that top. I’m going to suck on these sweet tits again.”

Shivering at his demands, she stripped her top off. The cooler air on her bare shoulders and belly warred with the flames inside her. Eyes glazed with passion, Hayden stroked her arms and the tops of her breasts. Then he rested his palm on her belly, pressing her down on the thick quilt.

She stretched out, gazing up at his heart-stopping looks and the backdrop of velvet sky. She drew him down for a lingering, tongue-tangling kiss. He suspended his weight on his forearms, but she craved all of him. To feel him pin her, slide into her.

A squirt against her belly made her jump. He laughed at her, then dropped the whipped cream can he’d managed to grab while kissing the hell out of her.

She gathered a glob of the cream off her skin and spread it on Hayden’s lips. Then using small licks, she cleaned it off. The roughness of his skin under the confection heightened her need.

He glided a hand under her back and popped her bra clasp. In a blink he swept the lace aside, and he had small mountains of whipped cream on each breast.

“Oh my God.” She arched into his mouth as he sucked it off. Hitching her leg around his hip, she rubbed against him. The hard ridge of his erection tormented her. So close yet so far away. Would he let her suck the whipped cream off his every inch?

The idea made her cry out. He released her nipple and filled her navel with whipped cream. He cleaned that away too, delivering slow, torturous licks. By the time he stripped away her jeans, boots, and panties, she was wild.

Grappling with his T-shirt and jeans, she managed to unclothe him too. She froze at the sight of him. Moonlight bathed his tanned skin and made the tattoo on his bicep come to life. A band of flames looked as if it leaped and undulated.

He followed her gaze. “I got it my second year on the rodeo circuit. It stands for the fire inside me. People say I’m fueled by fire—I run on instinct and a quick-burning drive to get what I want.”

“What is it you want?” she whispered, staring into his eyes.

“This.” He ran a hand down her side, raising a shudder in her. “You under the stars. You bent over a hay bale. In the shower, stretched out on my bed. Just you.”

He lowered his head with each word until he spoke against her lips. He closed his eyes as she ground on him, taking what she wanted. Then he opened his eyes and eased a hand between their bodies.

When he cupped her mound, she couldn’t stop the cry that broke from her. Dark need made her pussy throb. Wordlessly, he slipped down her body until his lips were even with her soaking folds.

She held her breath, expecting whipped cream. Shock tore through her as he kissed her mound once. A soft, chaste kiss. Quivering, she waited for more.

He eased downward, pressing on her needy clit with the flat of his tongue. Holding it there, unmoving. Electric desire pounded her system. She bucked, and the motion drew a long moan from her. She did it again. This time his tongue slipped low into her wet channel.

His growl of satisfaction vibrated her right to the core. She quaked as he worked over her slit from bottom to top. He laved her nubbin over and over. The first spasms started deep in her body.

Seeming to know this, he drove a finger to the knuckle. Curled it and found her sweet spot.

She shattered. Cream squeezed from her pussy as the pulsations stole her mind. Waves of bliss shook her. Hayden reached up her body and pinched her nipple hard, sending her flying again.

For long minutes she rode his tongue. When he grazed her clit with his teeth, the sensitive tissues gave a final spasm. Her taut muscles turned to jelly, and she collapsed to the quilt.

Before she could regain her senses, he clutched her and flipped her over. Her stomach bottomed out as he squirted whipped cream right on her pucker.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart.” He wrapped an arm around her belly and pulled her to her hands and knees. It was a good thing he held her up, because when he delivered the first long, slow lick to her backside, she crumpled in a heap of lust.

For mindless minutes she basked in the pleasure of him tasting and stimulating a spot previously untouched. The tip of his tongue inched into her, and her juices slid down her inner thighs. Her mouth watered for a taste of him too. To get his length into her mouth and give him the ultimate sensation.

He slipped his fingers into her wet pussy again while tonguing her ass. “Fuck, you’re delicious. I could eat you all night.”

The heated words made her body clench. She held her breath. Her anus squeezed once. Twice.

With a growl, he thrust his tongue as deep as possible.

She came apart, shaking and screaming with her first anal orgasm. Wetness soaked his fingers. He pounded them into her, drawing more and more ecstasy.

Breath sobbing, she dropped her forehead to the quilt and tried to compose herself.

He removed his tongue but kept his fingers deep, applying constant pressure to the unseen spot in her body, making her feel as if she’d explode. “So fucking good. Your responses to me are perfect.”

Fleetingly she thought of the men she’d been with previously. No one had given her two orgasms in a row. She was lucky to even get one.

Still, she burned for him. She flipped over and watched him take a long pull from the wine bottle. He lowered it and shot her a grin. She leaned up on her elbow and took the bottle for a drink too.

Then before he could protest, she tipped the liquid over his cock. It moistened the head and ran down his shaft to his balls. “Mmm. I need a taste too.”

She set the bottle aside and sat up. Taking his hips in her hands, she parted her lips over his cock. With a sway of his hips, he worked the fat head into her mouth. The mixture of wine and his salty precum threatened to steal her reason.

She flashed a look up at him.

“Hell,” he groaned, staring at her. He cradled her head and guided her down over his cock until her mouth was full of him. She ran her tongue along the underside, licking the sweet wine off his delicious flesh. The silken steel in her mouth drove her toward a need so hot she feared she’d be reduced to ash.

She swallowed around him, and his fingers tightened on her face. “Jesus, I can’t. Your mouth—I’m going to blow.”

He pulled free, and she licked her lips, hungry for another taste.

“Fuck, just watching you do that makes me want to come.” He snatched up his jeans and dug in the pocket. Seconds later, he rolled a condom in place.

His cock rose up stiff and proud from the dark nest of pubic hair. The tip gleamed against his hard abs. Zoe Beth ran her hands over his chest, reveling in the dips and swells. He sucked in a breath when she fondled his balls.

“No more. Spread your legs for me. I want to see your luscious pussy as I slide into it.”

She did, a tendril of self-consciousness weaving through her.

“Farther.”

She obeyed, watching his face transform. The cool air hit her wet folds, further arousing her.

“So fucking wet for me. Now pull your knees up. I want the best angle as I plunge into you.”

She hooked her hands behind her knees and drew them up. When she was splayed for him, he held her gaze.

“Say my name. Now.” He poised at her entrance. She opened her mouth to say his name, and the syllables ended on a scream of bliss as he filled her. Stretched her.

Her pussy clamped around his length, hugging every inch.

He went dead still, jaw clenched. “Don’t. Even. Breathe.”

She fought the quivers rising in her. The need to move overwhelmed her.

After a tense minute, the stiffness in Hayden’s muscles flowed away. She slid her arms around him, and he started to move.

Drawing long moans from her with each stroke. Branding her with his heat and taking her to heights she’d never known. The pressure on her G-spot increased. Her whole body seemed to cave in around that spot.

“Fuck. I’m there. I’m there. I’m there.” His words tossed her over the cliff of bliss.

She came around him as he pounded into her. Again and again. She stared at his face as he released. Stars were in his eyes.
Hayden.

He gave a final hard shove and fell still. Then very slowly he lowered his head and bit her lower lip. The sharp nip did more for her than any caress would have.

“Ohhh.”

“Oh is right.” He brought all his weight to rest on her. She tightened her hold on him and drifted in her pleasure haze for long minutes.

Finally he rolled to the side and tucked her close to his body. She laid her head on his chest and listened to the drum of his heart. Above them, clouds swirled and stars winked.

“I love me some whipped cream,” he drawled after a minute.

Laughter bubbled up. She turned her smile against his skin, tasting his musk. He stroked his fingers through her hair and down her shoulder, then did it all over again. Her skin pebbled.

“Ever wonder if our stories are already written, and we’re just players on a game board going through the motions?” he asked quietly.

She stilled. So she wasn’t the only person on Earth to think this way. She’d never voiced it but often had wondered the same thing.

“I do wonder that. But I also believe we have the ability to change games or move positions.”

He resumed his play with her hair. The small tug on her scalp felt incredible. “I think you’re right. Until I came here, I wouldn’t have believed it though.”

“No?” She looked at his face.

“No.” He stared up at the heavens. “After I was injured on the rodeo circuit, I never believed I could find something else I wanted so badly.”

“The Cole Ranch does that to people. I’ve seen it time and again.”

“You ever think of leaving, Zoe Beth?” He met her gaze.

After a long moment she shook her head. “Never. I’ve only ever wanted one thing in life. Until a few days ago I thought I might be able to have it.”

He hooked a hand around her nape and pulled her down for a soft kiss. “Never give up on your hopes, sweetheart. I won’t.”

She drew back a fraction, locking her gaze on his sexy lips. “Yeah? What’s your hope?”

A smile quirked his mouth. “Right now I have one major want in life.”

His grin was infectious. “What’s that?”

“I want you on top of me. Straddling my face.”

* * * *

Hayden pulled the extra blanket he’d brought over him and Zoe Beth. She snuggled against his side, the softest kitten imaginable. A protective lump rose in his throat. He pressed his mouth against her temple and inhaled.

After emptying the can of whipped cream and enjoying several mind-blowing orgasms, they’d collapsed in a sticky tangle of limbs.

He couldn’t remember feeling so relaxed in his life. Certainly never with the women he’d taken while on the rodeo circuit. Those women had been ways to ease his needs, nothing more.

Zoe Beth, though… She was something special. He’d always followed his gut—in the arena, when he took this position on the Cole Ranch, and now with Zoe Beth. He knew well enough he could be canned for touching her, but damned if he cared, especially now.

But you should care. There’s a reason she gives you that feeling of losing control.

He shoved away the thought.

His mind returned to their earlier conversation—about hopes. If he wanted to build his reputation with the ranch hands and Val, he would need to up his game. Zoe Beth was right in telling him the men were looking at him strangely. He was new to the job, but he knew enough to realize he was screwing up.

Maybe letting his gut rule his actions wasn’t such a good idea. He wasn’t on the back of a bull anymore. His job called for more than getting a feel for the rope and the power of the bull building beneath him.

Yeah, moving forward he would need to clamp down and use his head before acting.

But it was too late with Zoe Beth. He wasn’t about to give her up now that he’d had a taste.

She released a long sigh, and he realized she was falling asleep. He nuzzled her temple again and drank in her scents. Vanilla and pure female. She had her own struggles on the ranch. For one, they couldn’t hide the calf forever. And two, her father treated her like an incompetent child.

It was obvious in the way her face had mottled that she didn’t appreciate her father telling her how to do a job. But maybe that was the trouble—she didn’t have a specific role on the ranch.

Maybe Hayden could talk to Val about putting Zoe Beth in charge of something.

Maybe she can be my assistant.

But some of his tasks were too dangerous. He couldn’t risk her getting hurt the way he had.

The feel of her bare form pressed against him made his cock stiffen. The first time he’d sank into her tight body had been one of the best moments of his life. Then he’d done it again and again.